All Chapters of Fated to the Alpha: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

That's another thing I’ve started doing a lot. Laughing.“Okay, that’s enough.” Austin scoops me up in a bridal hold. “Give her back to me.”He carries me away from the bonfire and the celebration.“Wait, where are we going?”“I have another surprise for you.”He doesn’t take me to the lake, but a place even I have never been to. We move through a crack in a large rock near a stream, and I blink in shock as we enter a cave.“What is this?” I stare in wonder at the sparkling inside of the cave. It’s a blueish green light spread in patterns throughout the cave, making it seem almost magical.“I would tell you, but that would make it less romantic.”“Austin!”“Glow worms.” He grins at me. “I discovered it when I first came to check out this area for our den.”“Let me down,” I whisper, enthralled by the sight of the thousands and thousands of tiny lights.We walk together hand in hand until we enter a wider area.“A lagoon?” I look surprised. “I didn’t know there was one here.”“It’s been

I'm just waiting for the day when Bond tries to corner me. I fully plan on breaking his little dick. Or twisting it off. Whatever, I'm in the mood for that day."Here," I pour him his beer and slam it before him. "I have other customers."However, before I can leave, he grabs my wrist in an almost painful hold, his eyes sly but his voice hard, "And what about the quickie in the backroom?"Derek is already sitting up, ready to intervene, but I move closer to Bond, my voice low, "I don't sleep with pathetic nobodies."His face flushed, and he was about to say something when I gave him a cold smile, "What? Are you going to go crying to Henry now? What're you going to say? That I wouldn't sleep with you? Or that I called you a nobody?"The look of humiliation on Bond's face is entertaining.Henry won't fire me, not if I don't cause a scene or file an official complaint against Bond. However, he doesn't have a problem if I keep things quiet. I'm one of his longest bartenders who have stuck

Checking the university's website, I feel relieved that course registration has begun for the next semester, and I'm amongst the first few students online. There is no break between these two semesters, and we just get three days to choose our classes and register for them online. There are plenty of courses to choose from, but I'm aiming at Data Analytics as a major, and I want to take a more advanced course so that I can do an internship over the summer, which will pay me more. After registering for the mandatory classes, I turned my attention to the advanced courses I would have to take next year. Fortunately, since I'm on a scholarship, I'm allowed to register for advanced classes for the juniors. The college would prefer that I graduate as fast as possible. I just have to hand in a form at the administration office for approval.My eyes settle on one of the courses, and I stare at the name before checking the syllabus out. This is a good one. However, the professor, Morris Wolfgu

However, he heads directly to the stage, where he and his band begin to set up. The belt out two songs before they take a break and head over to get some drinks.Fortunately, it's about the same time as my break, and I pat Tom on the shoulder, "They're all yours."I slip into the kitchen with a bottle of water, hoping to get something to eat. Layla gives me a burger, and I sit on the stool near the door, wolfing it down. I'm still eating when the door opens, and Bond walks in."Employees only back here," I say coolly."Tom's calling you," he sneers.I glare at him, "And you just volunteered to come in and tell me that?"He shrugs, "I'm a nice guy.""You're a pig," I mumble under my breath, but I don't intend to start anything here. The way he's talking to me so casually makes me wonder if he ended up getting amnesia. I'm sure I didn't hit him that hard.Setting down my half-eaten burger, I go out to see what Tom wants. However, my fellow bartender denies ever calling me."Bastard," I

"But Professor Morris is going to make sure I lose my scholarship either way!" I argue, frustrated. "I was five minutes late, and he said he'll only give me a passing grade!"The administrator, Sharon, studies me from over her glasses, "Why were you five minutes late?""I missed the second bus!"She frowns, "No need to shout. Look, take it up with him or the Dean. But I can't help you. I'm sure if you clear things up, he won't do anything to jeopardize your scholarship."I let out a long breath to rein in my temper which is seconds from exploding. How easy it is for these people to be so callous with other people's future. My whole life is crumbling around me right now, and I can't do anything about it.Sharon must have seen the despair in my eyes because her voice gentled, "Talk to him. Explain your situation. He'll understand."I have a bad feeling that he won't. The man reeks of an overinflated ego and arrogance. Men like him revel in the suffering of others.But I don't have a cho